It’s difficult or rather problematic… To have my mind manifested all this while to a supposed idea of life. Overlooking the fact that… I could never be perfect like the Eiffel tower or any monument; they are things… Often to break, bend and maybe slither to be dust. How perfectly mad was I to think that these lungs, bones and this heart is not as beautifully perfect than these iron bars which are bound to rust. They thought we too evolved with the changing times and seasons, we did, we indeed did but I unfurled to be something I never knew existed. I unfurled to be a person who no more thought Eiffel tower is perfect and strongly wish it never will be.